Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Moldova and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cymande to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
the Germs,
Audionom,
Cymande,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.